Kilgharrah woke knowing the time had come. Arthur was king. Magic was legal. Guinevere was gone. Emrys would die today. It was destiny.
The bandits came from nowhere. Arthur fought off as many as he could while Merlin cast his spells. Normally they fought back to back, but today they were a few feet apart.
"Merlin!"
Before the warlock could react to Arthur's warning cry, Gwaine stepped between his back and the approaching knife, disarming the attacker in the nick of time.
Kilgharrah went to sleep knowing destiny had been foiled. He slept soundly with a smile on his face.
I suppose technically...okay, technically this was inspired by an Ultra-Geek drabble too. But it's her fault I'm writing drabbles in the first place!